Hello, it is me, Lily Katherine. At the age of four, my father began teaching me how to forge weapons. Whenever my father was working on his usual smithing, I would silently watch beside him, not minding the searing heat from the furnace. I started making knives, taking my time heating the metal and hammering it to have my desired shape.
I could say that those were the good old days. The days where I could never go back to again now that I have lost everyone. All that had happened back in my so-called home was still fresh in my mind.
My father, after we were done smithing for the day, would teach me how to defend myself from monsters and humans. He would always tell me the story about the betrayal of one human to the king of the dwarves. He was our king's best friend.
